Sleepy Fox Hollow Gave up on it, but honey, you got my hopes up

he could not recall a time when such mingled breadths of feelng pulsated within him at once.
coursing waterfall fluidity, the gentle rocking of their twining forms,
her eager demeanor, her complete acceptance even of the love with which he had uttered her title;
he shifted shakily against wylla once before her body bore testament against every fibre of their beings, and his own name slipped from fluted trill.
control sundered, daylight dazzling every cardinal point, stormcrash and the lapping waves of a coming rain; he at last cried out in a hoarse breath and bound them together with a last trembling of molten heat.